Saturday, September 08, 2007
...to take a deep breath of island air, knowing that several time zones separate me from all the things I worry about.
A lifelong need for small obscure places, a passion that's a lot like gambling.
...Those are the things you miss about the islands when you are away.
Give the islands some time and it will take over, like an addiction. It gets to a point where you divide your life into two parts: 1. the years you spend among the islands. 2. other stuff.
As the sky turns grey the islands separate themselves from sea and stars and the morning sun offers a shade of blue and green that i would - that I have- travelled halfway around the world to see again.
The easy ones are connected by major airlines. The difficult ones can be reached by local airlines and in some cases, small boats. But the vast majority are the damn near impossible. Those are the ones that break your heart, especially if you saw them once and swore you'd go back. Everytime you glance at a map they reproach you. They dance into range. You hear a bout a boat, a private plane. Then, as schedules change, money runs out, weather intervenes, they skip away again. ... These are remote islands, hard-catches. When you've been to them you never forget them. And if you;ve tried and failed, they obsess you. It's a schedule-wrenching, budget-rupturing diversion, but if you hear of a boat or a plane, public or private, headed outside the reef, consider taking it. Granted, it may prolong your trip. It could last a lifetime.
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